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This is a story 17 years in the making.
Today, I turn 30 years old, so now feels like the right time to finally share this idea I've had in my mind for a long time - since I was 13, to be exact. I've always been a huge fan of Bionicle and Pokemon for as long as I can remember, and this is my expression of my love for these two things that have defined me as the person I am today. The entirety of this multiversal saga is so long that even if I can somehow publish a new chapter every week, it will take approximately 8 years to reach its conclusion. Although this is just fanfiction, in a way, I consider this to be the start of what will be my life's work. My greatest achievement as a writer.
My magnum opus. ",
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He didn’t know how he was even alive at all with a wound like this, but he knew that one more stray beam of energy from either side would undoubtedly be enough to finish him off for good. \n “Toa never back down, Rahkshi scum! And we will never fall!” A voice, brimming with defiance, pierced the clamor of battle and emboldened those around him. With a fearless charge, the speaker hurled themselves into the fray, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the chaos.\n But the tide of battle was merciless, and victory far from assured. Another cry, abruptly cut short by the searing sting of a fatal laser blast, served as a grim reminder of the peril that lurked around every corner. As the smoke and dust enveloped the scene, a chilling reminder echoed through the air—a stark testament to the unforgiving nature of war.\n It wasn’t until the debris cleared and the Matoran glanced around his surroundings that he noticed he was completely surrounded by the bodies of what appeared to be robotic beings. Some were rather tall, approximately seven feet or so, and by their general appearance gave him the impression that they were strong and heroic warriors. Others were a variety of reptilian-like creatures, and one glance at their monstrous and sinister bodies was enough for him to understand that they were likely the villains in this battle. 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He quickly put it back on, realigning it so that he could see better out of the eye holes. Once he did, his energy returned just as fast as it had left.\n “What in the actual hell happened to me?”\n He continued on through the brutal devastation, barely dodging one fatal beam of energy after another until he finally crossed the outer boundary of the battlefield before taking a moment to sit and recover behind a rather large boulder. For now, all he could do was hope that none of those “Rahkshi” things had noticed him. \n [i]‘Okay, first I have to get this wound fixed… fuck, I don’t think any amount of bandages is gonna do anything…’[/i] He looked down again at his robotic hand, completely covered with the viscous metallic fluid. It was clearly blood, but then… why was it this strange color? And his body… he didn’t know what he was, or even what he [i]should[/i] be, but something about it all felt very wrong.\n [i]“Hey, thanks for getting us outta there. 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Turning to face the source of the attack, the Matoran was met with an intimidating staff-wielding creature - much like the corpses he’d seen - that had him locked in its sights like a stalking predator. It was clearly robotic, somewhat reptilian in appearance, and it stood on two tall and lanky legs, covered with a spined black shell and head with brown limbs. \n [i]“That’s a Rahkshi. I suggest you start running,”[/i] the voice chimed in.\n When he made eye-contact with it, the Rahkshi’s metal face opened up in the center, revealing some kind of revolting-looking slug with a green head and blueish-silver tail that squealed a wretched gargling screech like nails on an underwater chalkboard.\n [i][b]“GLALEHALEHAAL!”[/b][/i]\n “Oh, shit!” The red and orange Matoran gained all of his strength and stood up, managing to lift his feet and run away from the alien monster as fast as his aching little legs would allow. Now was not the time for bravery - if he wanted a hint of a chance to live to see tomorrow, he had to take the coward’s way out for now. “Shit shit shit shit!”\n As he anxiously turned to look over his shoulder, his stomach twisted into knots as he saw the creature was now hovering in midair and chasing him even faster, with its legs stretched forward and its feet pressing together like it was doing some kind of bizarre yoga pose.\n “No, no, no… I don’t wanna die! Someone, anyone… please… HELP ME!”\n Just as he cried out, something strange happened. Far off in the distance was a massive blast from the taller of the gigantic titans, temporarily distracting his pursuer long enough for him to gain some distance between them. 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It was stained with his own silver blood on his hands.\n\n [i]‘But if my life ends today, then I at least want to die fighting for it.’[/i]\n\n The Rahkshi squealed as it shook its head to get the sand out of its eyes. But by the time its vision was clear again, it shrieked in pain as it felt something sharp stab into its foot. Then its knee. Then its thigh. As it was made to kneel before its prey, it wondered how a mere Matoran could’ve ever had a chance of fighting back against it. But its wounds were rapidly healing, and it only needed a few more moments before it could fully recover.\n “Why won’t you [i]die[/i] already?!” he yelled as he smacked the Rahkshi’s shelled head back and forth with the golden armor plate before bashing it over the top of its skull. The irritated Rahkshi opened its face again and the slug inside roared angrily, not realizing that it had just sealed its own fate. 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His silver blood continued to trickle down from his abdomen and soak into the sand below him as he swayed back and forth dizzily, suddenly feeling a cold chill envelop him. \n [i]“You did it.”[/i]\n “Not that it matters anyway… I think I’m… I’m done for…”\n He no longer had the mental clarity to notice, but the golden artifact in his hands began to softly glow as the gore from the slug soaked into it. Losing the strength to hold onto it any longer as his adrenaline wore off, his fingers slipped and let go of the armor. But it somehow did not drop onto the sand, instead merely floating midair; then, strangely, the piece began to gravitate towards his chest like a magnet. Before the Matoran could fall, it gently pressed itself onto his open wound, sealing it shut.\n Just when he thought the pain would soon be over for good, he’d suddenly felt a searing pain far more agonizing than he’d ever thought possible as the gleaming armored plate fused itself to his chest. \n [i]“AAAHHH!”[/i]\n It felt as though something was injecting itself into his veins, flooding his entire body with pure molten lava. And yet… somehow, for a few moments, it made him feel strong. [i]Very[/i] strong. Strong enough to wipe out an entire army of these ‘Rahkshi’ things. But then, just as quickly as it came, the overwhelming sensation of power began to fade once again. As his mental focus finally cleared, he realized that it seemed his wound was healed shut, and he no longer felt like he was going to pass out.\n “I’m… alive…” he panted as he gasped for breath, hoping that would be the last time he’d ever have to suffer such pain.\n [i]“Well, that’s a relief. One less problem to deal with, at least,”[/i] the voice in his head said. [i]“We might actually have a shot of living to see tomorrow, after all.”[/i]\n “Get out of my head, get out of my head…” The Matoran lightly hit the side of his head with his fist, hoping the voice would go away.\n [i][b]“You[/b][/i][i] get out of my body!”[/i] the voice shouted in annoyance, its voice ringing so clearly in his head that he could swear someone really was standing right next to him. \n “Oho, sure, let me just walk my soul right out of this body and over to an unoccupied one!” He gestured to the nearby body of a fallen Toa. “Because that’s how it works, right?! Fuck’s sake.”\n There was an awkward silence between himself for some time as he made his way to look for some better cover, away from the mess of his victory.\n “...It’s not like I [i]want[/i] to be here, y’know,” he continued, deciding to humor the voice. At least it was someone to talk to; and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get some answers out of it. This day was already strange enough as it was, anyway. “All I want is for this nightmare to be over, but I’m starting to think I won’t be waking up from this anytime soon.”\n He looked down again at his robotic body, as well as the golden armor plating that now covered his chest. Tears welled up behind his mask, the world beginning to spin around him as anxiety took hold. \n “I’m scared, and lost, and alone… I have no idea how I got here, and I can’t even remember who I am.”\n [i]“H-hey, everything’s going to be okay,”[/i] the voice spoke up again reassuringly. [i]“Just breathe, and try to calm down. I can feel your emotions, and you’re stressing me out. Do you remember [/i][b][i]anything? [/i][/b][i]Anything at all? Think.”[/i]\n The Matoran thought for a minute, trying to recall any memories from before he woke up in this desert. \n “...Marcus. Before I woke up, I heard someone’s voice calling me ‘Marcus’. That’s my name, I’m sure of it.”\n Marcus managed to crack a small smile. It wasn’t much, but being able to remember his own name sure was a start. And the voice he recalled… it was that of a girl’s, slightly raspy in tone. And quite irritated, from what he could recall. But from the way it made him feel inside, he knew it must’ve been someone important to him; however, no matter how hard he tried, he was completely incapable of putting a face or a name to it - much like the frustration of having a thought at the tip of one’s tongue, but never being able to remember it.\n [i]“My name is Delta,”[/i] the voice in Marcus’s replied. [i]“It’s nice to finally have a moment to formally introduce ourselves.”[/i]\n “Sure… whatever you say,” Marcus mumbled, still unsure if he was really just experiencing trauma-induced schizophrenia or not.\n [i]“Look, I get it. This is a weird situation we’re in. But let’s just work together to survive this, alright?”[/i] Delta said, trying to give Marcus some sense of comfort. [i]“It’s like Toa Tahu says - with unity, nothing can stop us. We can figure out how to get you your own body after this whole thing blows over.”[/i]\n “Who’s Toa Tahu?” Marcus asked; unfortunately, he was about to find out.\n “MATORAN! What… have you… DONE?!”\n Marcus turned his head to the bellowing voice, feeling a slight chill run up his spine as he suddenly felt like he was a young child about to be scolded by his furious father.\n [i][b]“That’s[/b][/i][i] Toa Tahu. And I think we might’ve done something to make him mad.” [/i]Delta answered. [i]“Not that that’s saying much, it’s no secret that he has some… anger issues.”[/i]\n “M-my name is Marcus, actually…” Marcus spoke softly as the red Toa wearing a golden mask approached, naturally feeling a little intimidated by the much taller warrior. He wielded a sword that seemed to be made entirely of fire, with a notably large and shiny golden pommel at the hilt.\n “Excuse me?” Tahu tilted his head in offense. \n “My name is Marcus, not ‘Matoran’,” Marcus repeated more defiantly as he stuck out his gold-adorned chest, already disliking the overly aggressive and authoritative aura that this ‘Tahu’ was emitting.\n [i]“Now you’ve done it.”[/i] Delta warned.\n “I don’t know what kind of asinine game you’re playing, but now is NOT the time. You have something that belongs to me,” Tahu growled as he pointed to the golden armor covering Marcus’s chest. “Today has NOT been my best day, so I suggest you stop playing around and hand it over quickly before I lose my patience. I still have to find three more of these things, and every moment wasted could lead to [i]thousands[/i] more casualties. Understand?!”\n “I-I don’t know if I [i]can[/i] take it off. See, I was hurt really badly, and there was this Rahkshi, and… I think it just kinda [i]fused[/i] onto me.”\n “Nonsense, this armor was made for ME. It’s [i]my[/i] duty to wield it, and my destiny is at hand.” Tahu knelt down and placed his hand on Marcus’s chest, gripping firmly onto the armor. “Let. [i]Go.”[/i]\n [i]“I’ve seen Tahu angry before, but something about this is… different.”[/i] Delta whispered in Marcus’s head. [i]“Toa are supposed to protect the Matoran, but I’m starting to think he might actually [/i][i][b]kill[/b][/i][i] us for this armor.”[/i]\n “Stop, you’re hurting me!” Marcus pulled back a little, but Tahu’s grip was unwavering. He was understandably worried that if the armor were to be peeled off, it would surely be a death-sentence for him. “Leave me alone!”\n “Then give me the armor, NOW!” The flame from Tahu’s sword grew slightly hotter as he spoke, and Marcus could feel a strong heat radiating from the impatient Toa’s body. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”\n “I’m telling you, I can’t!” Marcus pulled at the armor himself to demonstrate that it wouldn’t budge. “It won’t come off!”\n Tahu paused with a sigh as his flame waned, loosening his grip on Marcus and standing up once more. What was one more simple Matoran among the hundreds that had already perished in this war?\n “I can’t afford to waste time dealing with this when there is so much at stake. So to fulfill my destiny… I will regretfully do what I must.”\n Marcus felt his stomach drop as the Toa of fire suddenly ignited his sword to its maximum strength, raising it above his head. This Toa who was supposedly a hero and a protector now looked more akin to the monstrous Rahkshi in Marcus’s eyes. \n “Know that your sacrifice is for the sake of the Great Spirit.”\n Just before Tahu swung his arm downwards in what would’ve undoubtedly been a killing strike, Marcus suddenly heard what could only be described as the sonic roar of a fighter jet that was getting louder and louder, until it blasted both of their eardrums with a deafening boom. Then, in the blink of an eye, his attacker was launched far off into the air on the other side of the vast open desert. A shiny speck in the sky was all that remained. \n In his place was something that made Marcus’s heartlight glow a bright and vivid pink. She turned back to face him, and her two large golden eyes shone like two sparkling stars as her silky red and white plumage gleamed under the light of the sun. Two long and narrow red wings jutted out from her back like those of an airliner, and her equally long and slender neck was contrasted by her teardrop-shaped body with a blue triangular marking on her chest.\n There, hovering several feet above the sandy earth, Marcus saw only a beautiful and otherworldly creature that, just like himself, clearly did not belong here in the battle of Bara Magna. What either of them were doing here in the first place, neither could say. Perhaps they would one day discover their mysterious reason for their arrival on this strange world. Or, perhaps not. In the most literal sense, her presence here should not have been possible. Yet here she was, and whether this encounter was by destined fate or merely coincidence, here was where he had met her. \n In this strange creature, Marcus found a savior. A soulmate.\n\n A Latias. ",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": " Waves ripple through a vast blue ocean as a small triangular artifact, adorned with ornate red and orange symbols, plunges into the depths below. A green neon light flickers in its center, its core within holding the secrets of tales yet untold. Great battles, yet to be fought. Blood and tears, yet to be shed. Raging infernos, yet to be ignited. For years, these stories have remained unknown to all.
That ends today.
Just as the smallest ripples of the ocean’s surface can become the most powerful tsunamis, the endeavors of even one person - one with an undying will and the courageous resolve to fulfill their destiny - can change absolutely everything. Strength can come not just from battle-hardened Toa warriors, but from anyone who stands tall and fights with all their might to protect the ones they love, refusing to back down against the cancer of corruption and evil - even when the entire universe itself is against them.
Gathered friends, this is the legend of the human Toa.
“Marcus… get up, Marcus... GET UP!”
“MARCUS!”
On the desert planet of Bara Magna, bright beams of deadly energy blasts fired back and forth overhead as a Matoran opened his eyes, the concussive sounds of a ferocious and deadly war penetrating the air all around him. The scorching sand of a barren desert wasteland burned beneath him under the hot sun as he regained consciousness.
The small red and orange Ta-Matoran sat up wearily, his entire body feeling like it had just recently been ripped completely to shreds. He looked down at his body, his stomach churning as he immediately noticed he was heavily leaking some kind of strange silver fluid from the metal armor covering his gruesomely-injured abdomen.
‘AaaaAAHHH!’
Screaming was the only sound that he could manage to make in shock, covering his large open wound with his hand in vain with a pained wince in an attempt to stop the heavy bleeding. He felt like he was going to throw up, but held himself back in fear that doing so might only make him die faster. He racked his brain to remember just how he’d gotten here in the first place. Unfortunately, all of his memories were now little more than a vague blur, much like waking up from a dream he’d forgotten. Why couldn’t he remember anything?!
‘Am I dying? Where am I? And now that I think about it… who am I?’
But now was not the time to worry about all that, he was in the middle of a war zone and needed to find cover - and fast. He didn’t know how he was even alive at all with a wound like this, but he knew that one more stray beam of energy from either side would undoubtedly be enough to finish him off for good.
“Toa never back down, Rahkshi scum! And we will never fall!” A voice, brimming with defiance, pierced the clamor of battle and emboldened those around him. With a fearless charge, the speaker hurled themselves into the fray, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the chaos.
But the tide of battle was merciless, and victory far from assured. Another cry, abruptly cut short by the searing sting of a fatal laser blast, served as a grim reminder of the peril that lurked around every corner. As the smoke and dust enveloped the scene, a chilling reminder echoed through the air—a stark testament to the unforgiving nature of war.
It wasn’t until the debris cleared and the Matoran glanced around his surroundings that he noticed he was completely surrounded by the bodies of what appeared to be robotic beings. Some were rather tall, approximately seven feet or so, and by their general appearance gave him the impression that they were strong and heroic warriors. Others were a variety of reptilian-like creatures, and one glance at their monstrous and sinister bodies was enough for him to understand that they were likely the villains in this battle. But amongst many of the corpses were rather short armored beings, only around three or four feet at most.
‘Are these… children?’ he thought, a sick feeling in his gut as he continued on through the treacherous battlefield, only narrowly avoiding a few stray beams by sheer luck. “This is all just a bad dream, this has to be a dream…”
He used his free hand to hit his forehead a few times in frustration to wake himself up, but was taken by surprise when something on his face suddenly came slightly loose. He traced his fingers around the edges of his head, feeling like some sort of steel mask was stuck to it.
“What the…” he wondered aloud, grabbing the edge of the orange mask covering his face and removing it to get a closer look. However, he immediately regretted it as he suddenly fell to his knees and felt even weaker than before, almost as though he were going to pass out from sheer exhaustion. He quickly put it back on, realigning it so that he could see better out of the eye holes. Once he did, his energy returned just as fast as it had left.
“What in the actual hell happened to me?”
He continued on through the brutal devastation, barely dodging one fatal beam of energy after another until he finally crossed the outer boundary of the battlefield before taking a moment to sit and recover behind a rather large boulder. For now, all he could do was hope that none of those “Rahkshi” things had noticed him.
‘Okay, first I have to get this wound fixed… fuck, I don’t think any amount of bandages is gonna do anything…’ He looked down again at his robotic hand, completely covered with the viscous metallic fluid. It was clearly blood, but then… why was it this strange color? And his body… he didn’t know what he was, or even what he should be, but something about it all felt very wrong.
“Hey, thanks for getting us outta there. Dying once today was already bad enough, and I really didn’t want to go through that again.”
The sound of a voice rang clearly in his head, and although it sounded identical to his own, it definitely wasn’t his own thoughts.
“Wha- who said that?” he asked, looking around frantically.
“I did,” the voice replied. “Thanks for saving my life. And hey, I appreciate you for reviving me and all, but uh… can I have my body back now? ”
“Your body?” the Ta-Matoran looked down at himself, noticing he had some kind of small light on his chest. It glowed weakly and flicked, indicating that was was getting closer and closer to death.. “I don’t understand. Where are you, then?”
“Let’s just say you’re the driver, and I’m in the backseat.”
“Damn, I must be losing a lot of blood if I’m hearing voices now…” he thought, looking up to the sky. “This is really it, isn’t it?”
It was then that a dark shadow completely eclipsed the sun overhead. At first, he could’ve sworn that two towering skyscrapers were colliding and collapsing right above him. But as his vision adjusted, it was clear now that these were no mere skyscrapers. In reality, two ancient robotic titans towered miles above the atmosphere, throwing repeated punches at one another - and several moments after their fists landed, ear-splitting booms echoed throughout the planet.
‘Wake up, dear god please let me just wake up…’ the Matoran thought as he silently pleaded to any higher power that would hear him, hoping to be anywhere else but here.
However, his thoughts were cut short by a potent blast of energy that flew mere inches from his face. Turning to face the source of the attack, the Matoran was met with an intimidating staff-wielding creature - much like the corpses he’d seen - that had him locked in its sights like a stalking predator. It was clearly robotic, somewhat reptilian in appearance, and it stood on two tall and lanky legs, covered with a spined black shell and head with brown limbs.
“That’s a Rahkshi. I suggest you start running,” the voice chimed in.
When he made eye-contact with it, the Rahkshi’s metal face opened up in the center, revealing some kind of revolting-looking slug with a green head and blueish-silver tail that squealed a wretched gargling screech like nails on an underwater chalkboard.
“GLALEHALEHAAL!”
“Oh, shit!” The red and orange Matoran gained all of his strength and stood up, managing to lift his feet and run away from the alien monster as fast as his aching little legs would allow. Now was not the time for bravery - if he wanted a hint of a chance to live to see tomorrow, he had to take the coward’s way out for now. “Shit shit shit shit!”
As he anxiously turned to look over his shoulder, his stomach twisted into knots as he saw the creature was now hovering in midair and chasing him even faster, with its legs stretched forward and its feet pressing together like it was doing some kind of bizarre yoga pose.
“No, no, no… I don’t wanna die! Someone, anyone… please… HELP ME!”
Just as he cried out, something strange happened. Far off in the distance was a massive blast from the taller of the gigantic titans, temporarily distracting his pursuer long enough for him to gain some distance between them. The Matoran, however, only stared straight ahead as he took this golden opportunity to make an escape.
However, as dumb luck would have it, a piece of debris from the faraway blast landed directly in front of him, causing him to trip and stumble clumsily face-first onto the hot sand.
But as this Matoran was about to learn, this was far from any ordinary hunk of metal.
His open wound seared as he felt each grain of sand pressing into the raw flesh under his armor, only intensifying the excruciating pain he was already experiencing even further than before.
“Agh, fuck! I can’t die… I refuse… to die…” he groaned as he clenched one of his glowing green eyes, clutching a fistfull of sand as he held on to his consciousness by a thread.
“Behind you!” the voice in his head warned as it returned once again. “That Rahkshi’s catching up!”
He turned around just in time, now practically face-to-face with the Rahkshi that was mere feet away from him now. It switched back into its bipedal mode, raising its arms as it readied its staff for a fatal swinging strike as its face opened and the disgusting slug within screeched triumphantly.
“How about you fuck off?!” the Matoran shouted as he threw the burning hot sand directly into the slug’s slimy maw.
“REEEEE!”
Having bought himself a few more moments, he was about to turn and run before he noticed in the sand between the Rahkshi’s feet that something was reflecting the light of the hot desert sun.
‘That’s what I tripped over?’ he thought, already feeling himself drawn to its light. It was clearly some kind of powerful artifact, one bizarrely shaped and with two sharp prongs sticking out at the bottom, and it shone with a bright golden sheen that would make even gods envious.
‘If I keep running, it’s just going to catch up with me again,’ he thought as he picked up the heavy golden piece. It was stained with his own silver blood on his hands.
‘But if my life ends today, then I at least want to die fighting for it.’
The Rahkshi squealed as it shook its head to get the sand out of its eyes. But by the time its vision was clear again, it shrieked in pain as it felt something sharp stab into its foot. Then its knee. Then its thigh. As it was made to kneel before its prey, it wondered how a mere Matoran could’ve ever had a chance of fighting back against it. But its wounds were rapidly healing, and it only needed a few more moments before it could fully recover.
“Why won’t you die already?!” he yelled as he smacked the Rahkshi’s shelled head back and forth with the golden armor plate before bashing it over the top of its skull. The irritated Rahkshi opened its face again and the slug inside roared angrily, not realizing that it had just sealed its own fate. Leaving its most vulnerable weak-spot exposed, the insidious slug was met with a golden prong straight and deep into its slippery throat, impaling its entire body like a kebab.
He forcefully yanked the slug out of its protective metal shell with the prong still stuck inside like a gutted fish, smacking it repeatedly against the now Rahkshi’s body lying lifeless on the sand.
“Die! Die! Die! AAAH!”
It wasn’t long before the Ta-Matoran stood alone and triumphant, the slimy green guts of the repulsive slug now splattered all across the Rahkshi’s still corpse.
“Did… did I do it?” he asked, still holding the golden piece of metal. His silver blood continued to trickle down from his abdomen and soak into the sand below him as he swayed back and forth dizzily, suddenly feeling a cold chill envelop him.
“You did it.”
“Not that it matters anyway… I think I’m… I’m done for…”
He no longer had the mental clarity to notice, but the golden artifact in his hands began to softly glow as the gore from the slug soaked into it. Losing the strength to hold onto it any longer as his adrenaline wore off, his fingers slipped and let go of the armor. But it somehow did not drop onto the sand, instead merely floating midair; then, strangely, the piece began to gravitate towards his chest like a magnet. Before the Matoran could fall, it gently pressed itself onto his open wound, sealing it shut.
Just when he thought the pain would soon be over for good, he’d suddenly felt a searing pain far more agonizing than he’d ever thought possible as the gleaming armored plate fused itself to his chest.
“AAAHHH!”
It felt as though something was injecting itself into his veins, flooding his entire body with pure molten lava. And yet… somehow, for a few moments, it made him feel strong. Very strong. Strong enough to wipe out an entire army of these ‘Rahkshi’ things. But then, just as quickly as it came, the overwhelming sensation of power began to fade once again. As his mental focus finally cleared, he realized that it seemed his wound was healed shut, and he no longer felt like he was going to pass out.
“I’m… alive…” he panted as he gasped for breath, hoping that would be the last time he’d ever have to suffer such pain.
“Well, that’s a relief. One less problem to deal with, at least,” the voice in his head said. “We might actually have a shot of living to see tomorrow, after all.”
“Get out of my head, get out of my head…” The Matoran lightly hit the side of his head with his fist, hoping the voice would go away.
“You get out of my body!” the voice shouted in annoyance, its voice ringing so clearly in his head that he could swear someone really was standing right next to him.
“Oho, sure, let me just walk my soul right out of this body and over to an unoccupied one!” He gestured to the nearby body of a fallen Toa. “Because that’s how it works, right?! Fuck’s sake.”
There was an awkward silence between himself for some time as he made his way to look for some better cover, away from the mess of his victory.
“...It’s not like I want to be here, y’know,” he continued, deciding to humor the voice. At least it was someone to talk to; and maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get some answers out of it. This day was already strange enough as it was, anyway. “All I want is for this nightmare to be over, but I’m starting to think I won’t be waking up from this anytime soon.”
He looked down again at his robotic body, as well as the golden armor plating that now covered his chest. Tears welled up behind his mask, the world beginning to spin around him as anxiety took hold.
“I’m scared, and lost, and alone… I have no idea how I got here, and I can’t even remember who I am.”
“H-hey, everything’s going to be okay,” the voice spoke up again reassuringly. “Just breathe, and try to calm down. I can feel your emotions, and you’re stressing me out. Do you remember anything? Anything at all? Think.”
The Matoran thought for a minute, trying to recall any memories from before he woke up in this desert.
“...Marcus. Before I woke up, I heard someone’s voice calling me ‘Marcus’. That’s my name, I’m sure of it.”
Marcus managed to crack a small smile. It wasn’t much, but being able to remember his own name sure was a start. And the voice he recalled… it was that of a girl’s, slightly raspy in tone. And quite irritated, from what he could recall. But from the way it made him feel inside, he knew it must’ve been someone important to him; however, no matter how hard he tried, he was completely incapable of putting a face or a name to it - much like the frustration of having a thought at the tip of one’s tongue, but never being able to remember it.
“My name is Delta,” the voice in Marcus’s replied. “It’s nice to finally have a moment to formally introduce ourselves.”
“Sure… whatever you say,” Marcus mumbled, still unsure if he was really just experiencing trauma-induced schizophrenia or not.
“Look, I get it. This is a weird situation we’re in. But let’s just work together to survive this, alright?” Delta said, trying to give Marcus some sense of comfort. “It’s like Toa Tahu says - with unity, nothing can stop us. We can figure out how to get you your own body after this whole thing blows over.”
“Who’s Toa Tahu?” Marcus asked; unfortunately, he was about to find out.
“MATORAN! What… have you… DONE?!”
Marcus turned his head to the bellowing voice, feeling a slight chill run up his spine as he suddenly felt like he was a young child about to be scolded by his furious father.
“That’s Toa Tahu. And I think we might’ve done something to make him mad.” Delta answered. “Not that that’s saying much, it’s no secret that he has some… anger issues.”
“M-my name is Marcus, actually…” Marcus spoke softly as the red Toa wearing a golden mask approached, naturally feeling a little intimidated by the much taller warrior. He wielded a sword that seemed to be made entirely of fire, with a notably large and shiny golden pommel at the hilt.
“Excuse me?” Tahu tilted his head in offense.
“My name is Marcus, not ‘Matoran’,” Marcus repeated more defiantly as he stuck out his gold-adorned chest, already disliking the overly aggressive and authoritative aura that this ‘Tahu’ was emitting.
“Now you’ve done it.” Delta warned.
“I don’t know what kind of asinine game you’re playing, but now is NOT the time. You have something that belongs to me,” Tahu growled as he pointed to the golden armor covering Marcus’s chest. “Today has NOT been my best day, so I suggest you stop playing around and hand it over quickly before I lose my patience. I still have to find three more of these things, and every moment wasted could lead to thousands more casualties. Understand?!”
“I-I don’t know if I can take it off. See, I was hurt really badly, and there was this Rahkshi, and… I think it just kinda fused onto me.”
“Nonsense, this armor was made for ME. It’s my duty to wield it, and my destiny is at hand.” Tahu knelt down and placed his hand on Marcus’s chest, gripping firmly onto the armor. “Let. Go.”
“I’ve seen Tahu angry before, but something about this is… different.” Delta whispered in Marcus’s head. “Toa are supposed to protect the Matoran, but I’m starting to think he might actually kill us for this armor.”
“Stop, you’re hurting me!” Marcus pulled back a little, but Tahu’s grip was unwavering. He was understandably worried that if the armor were to be peeled off, it would surely be a death-sentence for him. “Leave me alone!”
“Then give me the armor, NOW!” The flame from Tahu’s sword grew slightly hotter as he spoke, and Marcus could feel a strong heat radiating from the impatient Toa’s body. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”
“I’m telling you, I can’t!” Marcus pulled at the armor himself to demonstrate that it wouldn’t budge. “It won’t come off!”
Tahu paused with a sigh as his flame waned, loosening his grip on Marcus and standing up once more. What was one more simple Matoran among the hundreds that had already perished in this war?
“I can’t afford to waste time dealing with this when there is so much at stake. So to fulfill my destiny… I will regretfully do what I must.”
Marcus felt his stomach drop as the Toa of fire suddenly ignited his sword to its maximum strength, raising it above his head. This Toa who was supposedly a hero and a protector now looked more akin to the monstrous Rahkshi in Marcus’s eyes.
“Know that your sacrifice is for the sake of the Great Spirit.”
Just before Tahu swung his arm downwards in what would’ve undoubtedly been a killing strike, Marcus suddenly heard what could only be described as the sonic roar of a fighter jet that was getting louder and louder, until it blasted both of their eardrums with a deafening boom. Then, in the blink of an eye, his attacker was launched far off into the air on the other side of the vast open desert. A shiny speck in the sky was all that remained.
In his place was something that made Marcus’s heartlight glow a bright and vivid pink. She turned back to face him, and her two large golden eyes shone like two sparkling stars as her silky red and white plumage gleamed under the light of the sun. Two long and narrow red wings jutted out from her back like those of an airliner, and her equally long and slender neck was contrasted by her teardrop-shaped body with a blue triangular marking on her chest.
There, hovering several feet above the sandy earth, Marcus saw only a beautiful and otherworldly creature that, just like himself, clearly did not belong here in the battle of Bara Magna. What either of them were doing here in the first place, neither could say. Perhaps they would one day discover their mysterious reason for their arrival on this strange world. Or, perhaps not. In the most literal sense, her presence here should not have been possible. Yet here she was, and whether this encounter was by destined fate or merely coincidence, here was where he had met her.
In this strange creature, Marcus found a savior. A soulmate.
A Latias. ",
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